Stronge, trewe, & corteis, kepte þe land;
Bot now feynte, false, folis, it han vndir hand;
Þeues, liers & fowlwimmen boldeli ferth stand.
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Vnder dercnesse, darket lit of stedefastnesse. [folio 162b]
vnder sleuþe, darkit þe loue of holinesse.
For faute of rit domusman, þe lauwe slepit of ritwisnesse.
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wif, wille, and richesse, han þe maistrie ta[ke];
vertu, godede, & almisdede, arn al for-sake;
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Oker, lieyng, & wantonesse, mickel serwe make.
Look to the End.
Þis is a wondir merie pley, & longe ssal laste:
bot, for þi sete is perilous, war þe ate laste.
A Lover's Saying.
me þing Rit þou art so loueli, so fair, & so swete,
þat sikerli it were mi det, þi companie to lete.
Ware the Wheel!
þis wondir wel vndir þis trone,
it changit ofte as dot þe mone;
al þat euere come þer-on,
it fondit forto gile:
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& bot þey [folio 163] be war be-forn,
it ȝelt hem euele her wile.
The Lion.
þe lion is wondirliche strong,
& ful of wiles of wo;
& weþer he pleye
oþer take his preȝe,
he can not do bot slo.
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